Sorry to have taken so long about it, but it's a lot of words to type in in a hurry.

IT'S A BIT OF A RUIN THAT CROMWELL KNOCKED ABOUT A BIT

I'm very, very fond of ruins - ruins I love to scan.
You'd say I'm very fond of ruins, if you saw my old man.
I went out in the country for a stroll the other day.
I love to study history and pubs along the way.
I came across an abbey that was crumbled all to bits,
It looked a relic of a bygone day,
A gentleman said "what is this?", I said "excuse me sir,
I'll tell you all about it if I may".

Chorus
It's (I'm) a bit of a ruin that Cromwell knocked about a bit
One that Oliver Cromwell knocked about a bit.
In the gay old days there used to be some doings
No wonder that the poor old abbey went to ruins
Those who study his-st'ry sing and shout of it
And you can bet your life there isn't a doubt of it.
Outside the Oliver Cromwell last Saturday night,
I was one of the ruins that cromwell knocked about a bit.
(repeat)

I showed him round the ruins, and explained to him its charms,
He said "Let us adjourn and call at the common Cromwell Arms.
So in the Cromwell Arms we spent the best part of the day,
I soon found out the landlord's name was Cromwell by the name.
The landlord started arguing on Cromwell and his men,
Till I said "Is this Cromwell fellow dead ?"
He threw us out, and when I came to, on the grass outside,
I looked up at the abbey and I said…
I'm a bit of a ruin…….

I went back to the Cromwell Arms and doubled up my fist,
The potman's name was Oliver and he's always on the twist.
I said "I've come to see the ruins that I'm all about",
He said "You'll be a lovely ruin if you don't get out !"
I told him and the landlord they'd be better in a home,
I said "You've both got Cromwell on the brain."
Then something seemed to fall and I thought that I had collaps'd,
I murmur'd as I came round once again…
I'm a bit of a ruin…..


JOAN - if you want images of the score pages for the music, PM me with an e-mail address and I'll see if I can send you some scans.